March was baby month (two co-workers with new babies, and I found out that Ryan and Amy are expecting a child this fall), April was legal month, now this month is wedding month.

First up: Zoe and Kailen. Kailen’s a former roommate and a good college buddy of mine. Now, Zoe and Kailen have their own web site for the wedding, brilliantly called zoeandkailen.com. However, as my friend Mike pointed out to me, if you Google for “Kailen and Zoe”, the first link you get is my Saline Valley photos from 2003 with the happy couple standing in front of a view of Saline Dry Lake, right before we decided to play around in abandoned mine shafts. Safety First!

Unfortunately, reversing the terms gets you some band’s website, followed by a bulletin board with Zoe talking about floral arrangements, so I guess I’m not as cool as I initially thought.

Anyway, that’s happening this weekend up in Saratoga. Then at the end of the month, I’m heading to beautiful Clovis, CA for another college friend Tiffany’s wedding. Clovis purports itself to be the “Gateway to the Sierras”. I guess that’s true if you live in Fresno or Hanford or Visalia or something. Personally, the last time I was in Clovis it was after a bear tore out the windshield to my dad’s Suburban up in Sequoia National Park. The only glass shop open on a Sunday with a windshield for the ‘burban was in Clovis. Fresh from an invigorating 90 mile drive at 80 miles an hour down a winding road with only half a windshield, we asked the owner of the glass shop if he had seen anything like this before. He remarked that he’d “seen worse, where I come from.” “And where is that?” “Beirut, Lebanon.” OK, fine, rocket propelled grenades beat a bear I guess.

Here’s hoping my windshield stays intact and that Sal’s Mexican restaraunt is still alive and kicking. Tiffany moved to Texas to become a professional student at Rice University (hey, her words, not mine), so this will be the first time I’ve seen her since she grew big hair and resumed drinking crude oil (it’s in her blood from living in Alaska).